Etched, or: Deepening

A d’Verse quadrille

In triolet form

Grooves in his face were rhymes,
Deepening year by year.
Lines etched deep by the times,
Grooves in his face were rhymes.
War, disease, corruption, hate crimes...
Wizened bard inked ballads with dry tears.
Grooves in his face were rhymes,
Deepening year by year.

Quadrille #135:

‘Shake that Poem Groove Thang’

The above triolet is my take on d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge #135.

The quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word “groove” in a quadrille.

35 thoughts on “Etched, or: Deepening”

    1. You’re so kind, Gayle. Thank you! 😀

      By the way, please feel free to call me ‘David’. That’s my first name.

      The word ‘ben’ simply means ‘son of’ in Hebrew… I know my pen name is confusing! I’m sorry about that.


      David

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